Jade Darkstone

[OOwitch]

Name: Jade Darkstone
Race: Human
Age: 42
Class: Druid
Alignment: TN
Deity: Katia

Bio: There is a time in everything's existence for birth, and likewise a point in every existense for that birth to become death. It is nature's ultimate law. The cycle.

Jade would have never thought she would be a defender of the cycle. Raised with a wood residing family she new how to hunt, to gather and grow certain nutritional herbs. She never gave much thought to the animals around her, or that the animals had given thought to her. Infact, at the age of 12 she was disgusted with nature, as her father, a skilled hunter, met his match with a pack of wolves that had outsmarted him into his own trap. She never thought she could forgive a wolf for his death. Infact she killed an uncountable number of the wolves. Until there was non left she could find. By the age of 20 she had been out gathering herbs for her aging mother when the distinct smell of smoke began to fill the wood. Running back to her home she found the building a blaze and the unthinkable undead zombie of her own father standing before the building, with her mothers head in his arms. (you can imagine the shock) The intelligence and warmth had vanished from his eyes...just sa blood lust lingered there. No reason you should possibly fathom for this..nor could she grasp her own mind to give proper thought to it. she tricked and scrambled to move back, but the grief in her heart kept her body from responding how she intended and barely moved across the ground. The tears flowing from her face to the ground, the inferno of the house reflecting in each drop. When it seemed the most desire a lone wolf, as white as she had ever seen, stood between the two. Its fangs glistened with the fires reflection and moved to a protective stance of Jade. The zombie, little logic left in him moved towards the wolf. The closer it got Jade noticed the skies above growing dark, a storm of massive proportions was brewing. The wolv dived at her father and was knocked aside. He dropped the head and moved back towards JAde. Without warning a lightning bolt dropped from the heavens and in a most horrific second ignoted every inch of Jade's father, what left dropped to the ground. From the trees behind Jade came an elderly man cruching a cane and breathing heavily. He walked to the Wolf, placed his hand over the obviously bleeding wound. A bright light came between the hand and wolf and the wolf brought itself to its feet and showed deep affection to the man. Looking back thru the pouring rain he looked over Jade and said nothing, only nodded as if he understood that words would not help anything right now.
The years passed on and eventually the old man, soon revealed to Jade as Francis Heour a prtocetor and druid of the forests. His passing was morned not with a solomn burial and weeping tears, but with a graceous covering of flower petals and a kind nod, as he had once given her. It was now her duity as protector of the balance. she would have to travel the forests. It was her destiny.

[Leanthar]

Approved.